With a loud crash, the ashtray fell to the ground in pieces.
Blood flowed down Jay's forehead from the wound, his eyes filled with malice.
The cigarette butt he had just put out was still smoldering, almost setting his hair on fire.
I glared at him fearlessly.
The next second, he rushed over and grabbed my collar.
"Alice, apologize!"
He practically spat out the words, his reason burned away by anger.
I clung stubbornly to his hands, gripping his collar, refusing to agree.
"Divorce! I have nothing to say to you! What you owe Tiffany, I will make you pay back bit by bit!"
My attitude completely drove him out of his mind.
He used his other hand to choke me by the neck.
But that wasn't enough. He released his grip while his foot, clad in a leather shoe, viciously kicked my stomach.
I immediately vomited, my entire body flew backward off the sofa and landed heavily on the ground.
With a dull thud, the pain felt like my organs had shifted.
The severe pain in my lower abdomen made me break out in cold sweat.
I remained in the position I fell, afraid to move.
Cold sweat and tears fell to the ground together. Jay watched me with a cold, emotionless expression.
At that moment, I wasn't his wife, but his enemy.
He gritted his teeth and said, "You brought this on yourself. I told you all you had to do was apologize.
"You're still so ungrateful!"
I was in too much pain to speak, my hair drenched in sweat, clinging to my face.
I could only weakly gasp. "Ambulance... help me... my baby..."
He looked suspicious and said, "Are you still acting? Stop pretending. I know my own strength!"
After speaking, he turned tenderly to look at Sherry's swollen cheek.
I was about to lose consciousness from the pain, but I saw blood flowing from beneath me onto the floor.
"Jay..."
